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Feb 2021
Where do I go from here?
Walking on these roads my feet bleed.
Where do you want me to walk?
While my feet are bleeding, drenched in gravel.
What is it you need?
Waiting for me to come.
Why, when there is so much left to see, besides us?
Why do you poison me?
When my feet are bleeding for your tomorrow.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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